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talvez não é nenhuma matéria que você morreu
esteja em mim como os modos eternal
a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
eu amei uma mulher
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
no alvorecer, disse
eliminar, esforçando-se vainly
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
você diz que você me ama

 



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